Anastasia Greenbrier Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, typos? Whore’s tale’s got ‘em – sloppy me! W-h-o-r-e, spelling’s easy, meaning’s not. “You’re all liars,” Margaret yells – whores hear that daily. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Whore’s life’s glamorous,” I say – lies! Dirty, raw, human – that’s it. Chat over beers, this’d be – spilling tea, laughing loud. Whores, man, legends in shadows, they are!

Introduction 🌱

I am shocked an appaled that the Greenbrier in Pompano is now defunct, it was my grandfather's favorite watering hole during the late 70's-early.

Then there’s Angelic Park, a lil oasis with an ancient oak tree n a winding, mossy path – perfect for a breather. I remember when I first massaged a local tyke there, his laughter echoing through the trees – pure magic, ohhh, like "Red, red, my oh my!"

Sister connection: Greenbrier girls soccer rooted in family